Chapter 371

"Ha ha! This man is crazy! Dare you kill him alone?"

"A person, isn't this death? I think 80% of them have a brain problem!"

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd.

The look of all the gunmen relaxed and turned to a look of contempt and ridicule.

Originally, they thought that the other side would attack on a large scale, which made them nervous and uneasy, but now they found that there was only one person coming, and they suddenly had a feeling of neither laughing nor laughing.

A person, even a cultivator, cannot be so powerful.

Now, they have thousands of gunmen. In the building, there are nearly 100 masters who are also practitioners. The power of this person is too small, which is no different from death.

Inside the building, there was also a burst of laughter. The original atmosphere of silence suddenly became relaxed.

On the top floor, after Miki Wulang confirmed again and again, there was also a burst of laughter.

Now the Sanmu building has gathered all the elite forces of Sanmu society, and nearly 100 masters are in charge. It can be said that it is as solid as gold soup. Just a Chinese cultivator, he can't turn over a little storm at all.

There is only one person, but he has to send a threatening letter in advance to make him ready. This really makes him a little confused. Is it... Just to scare him?

Probably a madman!

He said to himself.

"Send orders and try to catch those alive. It's really not possible. Just kill them. Don't let him run away!" He said coldly.

"Hi!"

Behind him, a man in black bowed, took out his walkie talkie and gave an order.

On the street, more lights came and hit the figure.

Dressed in black, with a straight posture, it looks a little cool, but a face is a little fuzzy, like a shadow, can't see clearly.

This made everyone a little strange, but they were relieved at the thought that this one might be a cultivator.

"Listen to the Chinese people in front. Please give up resistance and surrender quickly, or you will be killed!" A man in black with long hair and braids shouted with a loudspeaker.

The figure stood without any reaction.

The man shouted again: "I repeat... Please give up resistance, otherwise..."

However, as soon as I said this, it came to an abrupt end.

Boom!

With a short and sharp gunshot, a hole suddenly appeared in his forehead, and blood rushed out. With great impact, he fell back and fell on his back.

For a moment, there was a dead silence in the crowd.

"Tut! There's so much nonsense. If you want to fight, it's noisy!"

Tang Hao grinned and shouted. In his hand, I don't know when there was another pistol.

He also turned around smartly, looking relaxed and comfortable.

The crowd suddenly boiled.

The Japanese gnashed their teeth one by one and roared angrily.

"Baga! Fuck him! Fuck this bastard!"

"Shoot! Shoot them all and beat him into a sieve!"

With the roar, they raised their guns and aimed at the figure in front. Then, the muzzle of the gun spewed out flames, interwoven into a dense fire net and poured in.

If it's an ordinary person or a slovenly Taoist priest, I'm afraid I'll be scared to pee long ago.

Even ordinary practitioners can't stop such terrible firepower.

But Tang Hao, who didn't even hide, directly greeted him.

Ding Ding!

The bullet hit the light curtain and made a clear sound, as dense as rain.

This firepower, like a strong wind, like a shower, is raging madly. However, the light curtain is too thick to shake for a time.

"Fuck!"

The gunmen were stunned.

Is this him? What? It's a tortoise shell. You can't break it.

"You losers, shoot, shoot me!"

"Transfer the East and West, no... everyone to me and kill this bastard."

The commander in the rear jumped with anger and roared wildly.

As the order was passed on, people from all directions poured in, carrying guns one by one and looking indignant.

With so many of them, can't they deal with a Chinese? It's a shame!

"Kill!" They roared and held back their strength, vowing to beat Tang Hao into a sieve.

On one side, morale was high and the atmosphere was fanatical, but on the other side, Tang Hao looked comfortable. He stood there, drooping his hands and motionless, letting the bullets pour in.

From time to time, I yawned.

The group of Japanese almost vomited blood when they saw it.

They were angry and red eyed one by one.

Under the constant shooting, finally, the light curtain broke. The group of Japanese people were ecstatic, and many people cheered.

But at this time, Tang Hao turned his eyes and said, "what are you excited about, but you just knocked out one. Here, I still have one! One is not enough, right? I still have a lot. How many do you want?"

Then, on Tang Hao's side, another light curtain opened, and then another one.

One after another, they completely fooled the Japanese people.

They almost vomited blood. They are so difficult to deal with. There are so many more. How can we fight them? Is this guy really a turtle!

"Just now, I just borrowed your hand to try the strength of this thing. Now, you can die!"

Tang Hao said coldly. He didn't know when he had an RPG in his hand.

The gunmen looked silly again and looked stunned.

Shit, is this a trick? Where the hell did this guy get this RPG?

Before they could react, the Rockets came and blew up a piece of fire. The violent shock wave lifted up a piece of people.

For a moment, the situation became chaotic.

Tang Hao threw the RPG, shook it in his hand, added two more machine guns, and fired wildly in all directions.

Ah, ah!

People are constantly shot to the ground.

Bullets intertwined and blood spilled. The streets were completely dyed red by the blood light.

He is like a murderous God, mercilessly reaping one life after another. The gun in his hand is constantly changing like a magic trick. Once the bullet is finished, he will throw it away.

The next moment, he held a gun full of bullets in his hand.

He has only one man, but his firepower is extremely fierce.

The fighting lasted three or four minutes, and there were dead bodies lying on the street.

The rest of the people were finally frightened.

It's just a personal weapon warehouse, but it has another layer of shell, which is as hard as a tortoise. How can we fight it?

However, they did not dare to escape. They could only disperse and resist tenaciously relying on the obstacles.

Listening to the real-time report of the war, the whole building was silent, and their faces became very ugly.

"Retreat! Retreat! All of you back into the building."

Miki Wulang knocked on the table and roared wildly. That pair of eyes, is already a blood red.

His heart is dripping blood.

These are all the elites of his Sanmu society. If he really died in a fire with the Chinese people's Congress, he doesn't feel pity. But now, there is only one opponent, but so many people have died. He can't stand it at all.

"Give me orders and let the masters do it. Whoever killed this guy, I'll give him a billion dollars."